Trap & Reverse
Val finds herself setting aside her desire for a woman at the Exodar when a much rarer game falls into her lap and her bed! A Draenei Femboy!
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One of those things perhaps rarer than a Draenei male is a Femboy Draenei who’s also topping a female. So hitting quite a few firsts here, either way, enjoy!
Commissioned By: Thundergoat
Rylinn hadn’t expected to be gazing upon such a beautiful Kaldorei’s naked form when he headed to the tavern tonight, but he was awfully glad he was now. She had sweet talked him and flirted at the bar over drinks under the impression he was petite girl, but he let her know what he was before things got to far along.
Val didn’t seem to mind at all, in fact she seemed to be very into the idea. From the moment he had been tugged out of the tavern towards Val’s inn room by one of his horns, he knew the Kaldorei woman would be calling the shots. There was something motherly and nurturing about her, but also equally as disciplining and in control as a mother tends to be.
Rylinn blushed and adored every time Val called him a good boy and held his hand or stroked his hair while they fucked. The sub side of him worked harder and more vigorously when Val smacked his rear and demanded he go faster or deeper.
Scarlet Desire
After falling in battle, Altrek finds himself in the care of a beautiful kaldorei druid who nurses him back to health with a very hands on approach. He has to leave in the morning, but tonight he enjoys her.
Here’s a neat little commission I took on last month of Val with a human male! Been a while since she’s been sexed up by one of those. Also it happens to be a Scarlet! Thankfully this one seems far less interested in tying her up for the sex.
Commissioned by: Altrek
Altrek thanked the light for two things in this moment. Firstly for sending this Kaldorei healer to his rescue, helping him to escape the grim fate that awaited him. And secondly for glorious sight of the very same Kaldorei woman bouncing up and down, straddled in his lap in a hot impassioned exchange.
He gripped tightly at the extra deposits of fat on her thighs, hips and rear. Each of them the right amount of delightfully squishy but firm at a deeper press. He gazed up fervidly at her as he relished the look of pleasure on her beautiful freckled face. Her shapely breasts heaving and falling under the momentum of her movements mere inches from his face.
She had kept him company during his recovery at Bashal’Aran. Many of the Elves there were that of Night Warrior’s own and they weren’t particularly warm to humans at the moment. Were Val not there as a medic he might have been left to die on the battlefield or perhaps found himself raised by a Val’kyr to a much more terrible fate.
The rest of the Elves regarded him with little more than passive disdain or a dirty look. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because he was a Human or a Scarlet. Either way, he was thankful for Val’s care and kindness. She was unlike many other Kaldorei and in such a moment it was to the benefit of Altrek.
Truth be told, he had been watching her with desire from his bed rest for days. Altrek doubted any man would not find the strength to recover as quick as he with such compelling motivation in front of his eyes throughout his rehabilitation. Her smiling face and genial voice entering the room, instantly putting him in a good mood and keeping him out of his own thoughts on the failures of the battle past.
The wild and flagrant beauty she held in all moments was breathtaking. Clad in minimal clothing beyond a hooded leather half top, a supply belt and a tree marked leather loin cloth with leg wrappings. There was so much skin on show and the form of her body was hard to miss or ignore. Even for the most devout such as he.
And now he was gazing upon it laid entirely bare. His hips thrusting up eagerly to prove his strength and the quickness of his recovery under her care. His balls clapping against her nethers with increasing vigor and tempo throughout the night. The fondness between them wasn’t just one way either, she too seemed to enjoy her new scarlet friend. Her long delicate fingers rolling up his battle-worn tabard and undershirt for a yearning touch at his muscled form.
She had told him he could leave in the morning if he felt well enough to do so. Though he would need to prove he was capable. Altrek knew if he was to leave in the morning then he would make the absolute most of this night. Placing a palm at the back of her collared neck, he gently pulled her upper body down towards him. Pressing his lips against hers as a whirlwind of lust and passion overcame them both.
It wasn’t the light giving him strength and fortitude in this moment.
It was this Elf.
Valrotica Mag - Elaine
Elaine Whitemane takes to the cover of Azeroth's lewdest magazine. This month it's all about Kaldorei adoration! With her her wide hips, long legs & plump rear there is rear definitely plenty of her to adore!
Elaine Whitemane takes to the cover of Azeroth's lewdest magazine. This month it's all about Kaldorei adoration!
Giveaway Winner: Surlain
Naked Attraction
Before he made him his wife or even introduced himself, Vel first encountered Casey and his delicate femboy body in the garrison showers. He was hooked the moment he laid eyes on him!
Ya’ll seem to love these two and their cute adventures. So here’s something of a prequel I’ve always wanted to do. Set before their first fateful meeting, Vel notices Casey for the first time as he uses the communal showers at Lunarfall Garrison.
Vel stood under the shower, his palms resting on the marble tiled wall of the communal showers. Dried blood from the Iron Horde Orcs he had slaughtered the day before finally coming off his fingers and from beneath the nails to the drain below.
The large Draenei let out a soft sigh as the warm water pattered down his large muscular back. He straightened up a little as the door to the shower room opened. It was hard to make out who was coming in as the room was always filled with steam from the hot showers. It had no windows or anywhere for the steam to go so it lingered and offered some privacy at a distance.
It appeared to be a young female red headed Human, she was cute with freckles dusted around her small and attractive body. Seemingly she had not noticed him or simply paid him no mind, though he believed it was the former as she looked deep in thought as she walked in, as if she was on auto-pilot.
It was then that he was hit with a sudden truth as the red head’s towel dropped from their lower half to be hung up on the shower rack to avoid it getting soaked. This girl was no girl at all, she… or he had a small but unmistakable set of male genitals between their delicate thighs. Vel had never seen a boy quite as beautiful as this one, his eyes laser focused on the human from over his bulky shoulder.
While his mind hadn’t decided what he thought of the beautiful red headed boy, his cock had already made it’s decision for him. Vel’s azure slab of Draenei meat was at full mast within moments of realizing the truth about the red headed boy. He couldn’t risk the boy turning around to see a Draenei with a huge perverted erection gawking at him so he set the temperature of his shower valve higher to create a thicker fog of steam around himself. It worked.
The boy began to hum sweetly to himself, a gentle voice to accompany a gentle body. Vel couldn’t help but watch in awe as the red headed boy washed his hair. His back turned to Vel and unwittingly showing him the beautiful freckle dusted and impeccably plump rear he was dragging behind him. Vel’s heart was thumping in his chest and his cock was throbbing until it ached, he had never experienced such a reaction to someone in all of his hundreds of years.
Still on autopilot, Vel watched the boy leave once he had finished. His mouth opening to speak but no words forming in the time it took for the red head to reach the door and leave. That Human had reduced him to a speechless and frightened animal with his beauty alone. Him! A Rangari, the bravest and strongest of Draenei! He needed to learn more about that boy and he definitely needed to find out if he was single.
For now though, Vel had another hard issue to take care of, the one dangling between his legs and not going away anytime soon if he didn’t deal with it. Vel gripped his mighty blue cock, stroking it furiously as his mind recalled the beautiful boy’s body and face from moments ago. He had to know more about him. He was more than attracted to him…. he might be in love with him.
Valpera
A perilous journey across Vol'dun is made easier for Val when Kiro gives her a ride in his caravan. In exchange for several rides of Val's plump booty. Even if he’s not quite up to the task of pleasuring a tall Elf.
You thought I wouldn’t use the Vulpera? You were wrong! To be honest I was surprised too, I had little interest in them until I tried one on the PTR and kind of fell in love with the furry little bastards. So I figured I’d throw one onto Val and see how that turned out. I think you can agree that they’re pretty cute. Val certainly seems to think so.
Val admired Kiro for a few reasons. For his level headed leadership of his people, his healing talents and his cute bushy tail. Though in this moment she admired his determination and stamina in the act of attempting to pleasure himself and a woman of a much larger race than his own. By Vulpera standards he was well endowed, yet by the standards of other races he wasn’t quite up to the task of pleasuring a Kaldorei woman in a big way, least of all an abundantly experienced woman like Val.
Kiro panted and moaned softly as his tiny furry hips furiously beat against Val’s large round rear beneath him. She felt incredible to him, her soft furless skin unusually enticing in no small part to her voluptuous curves. Extra effort was required on his part to even get inside her with the short reach of his cock. Her round large cheeks proving an obstacle to squeeze between to even reach her impeccably tight rear hole.
It was far from the best sex Val had ever had, sympathetically she had even feigned much of her moans and pleasure for Kiro’s benefit. Yet she was still having fun and getting enough out of it to enjoy herself as well. Neither had expected such a pairing to occur today, yet it seemed to be a friendship that transcended factional divide and that was enough for both of them.
New Cast Profile: Casey
Casey now has officially joined the cast with his own profile page. Learn all about the cute femboy soldier who fell for a being from another world and ended up as his sissy wife!
Loyalty
Following the death of the High Overlord, the Banshee Queen calls you to Windrunner Spire. Being the loyalist you are, you part ways by her will - but not before deep throating her massive cock shamelessly.
Put together this image of Sylvanas for two reasons. The first being to poke a little bit of fun at the Sylvanas loyalists who seem to be endlessly loyal to this bag of bones. And the second is that futa sylvanas with a giant wet dick is just the best thing, Okay?
Lead by a Dark Ranger, you ascend the ramp up to Windrunner Spire with determination. A clear concern for your beloved Warchief and queen the only thing on your mind as you wish the ranger would walk a little faster. For some reason you had expected to set eyes upon a distraught or furious Sylvanas yet that was not to be the case.
Instead you step into the main tower lounge to find a more surprising sight. That of Sylvanas sitting wide legged on the edge of a chair, her pale breasts laid bare with her hand maiden on her hands and knees between the queen’s thighs. Her crimson gaze peers out from under the shadowed veil of her hood towards you as you enter, a soft smile drawing across her lips.
“Ah, champion. I’m glad to find you’ve made it safely from Orgrimmar. I imagine it’s in quite a state following the High Overlord’s death.” She said with no hint of anger or frustration in her voice. She was confident and seemed entirely expectant of your arrival.
Your gaze draws down to her hand firmly gripping at a clump of the dark green hair within her fist. Her forearm rising and falling as she guides her hand maiden deeper between her thighs. You cannot see the hand maiden’s face from where you stand, but the sound of her slurping, gagging and moaning softly is a clear indicator of what she’s doing.
“We have much to talk about, champion. I’m sure you have questions, though I cannot yet reveal the answers to them all right now.” Sylvanas spoke again.
The banshee queen then pulled her hand maiden’s head up firmly by the tuft of hair she gripped, sending her gaze down to meet that of the girl’s own. You note the wet popping sound followed by the slightly labored breathing of the hand maiden as if she’s suddenly able to breathe again.
“Lilith, the champion and I require privacy to talk. See that my armor is cleaned and ready for when I need to move again – we cannot remain here longterm.” Sylvanas commanded, though her tone was unusually soft even in command towards the girl.
“H-hah- Y-Yes my queen, it shall be done.” Lilith replied obediently through panted breath as she raised to her feet.
Sylvanas said nothing to you as she took the time to admire her hand maiden hastily dressing and picking up her clothes. A coy smile upon her lips, her crimson eyes were the most gently you had ever seen them as they gazed at this girl. You’d never say a word to her about it of course, but you suspected that there was a little more to the relationship between the Lady Windrunner and her loyal hand maiden.
Sylvanas sent a hard yet playful smack across Lilith’s rear cheek as she began to scurry half dressed past her towards the exit. Lilith stopped only briefly to give you a quick curtsie as she passed you by towards the door. You watch her leave of course, noting the one cheek where Sylvanas’s smack connected was already reddening.
“Eyes forward, champion. She is not for your enjoyment.” Sylvanas remarked, regaining your attention from the hand maiden’s half naked exit.
Your eyes turn to the front again to be greeted by a familiar sight indeed. Sylvanas remained sitting with her legs parted widely yet with no hand maiden between them you could fully take in the splendor of the banshee queen’s huge cock and hefty balls dangling over the edge of the chair. Her cock was slick and moist with the saliva of the hand maiden, the ridges of the cock catching the light as it filled the room with the glow of the moon over the ghostlands.
Truth be told it had not been the first, second or even seventh time you had laid eyes upon it. You were well acquainted with it as Sylvanas’ most loyal champion and supporter since her instatement as Warchief. She had relied upon you to carry out her will and the will of the Horde, your successes and loyalty leading you right back here to the banshee queen’s massive cock.
“Well we’re alone once more, my champion. Though I’m not quite ready to speak until you finish what Lilith started.” She spoke a little more dominantly now, her thumb and index finger wrapping around the base of her pinkish-grey cock, giving it a gentle wiggle.
Your eyes flick up from that delicious looking slab of meat to match the gaze of the queen, your face clearly betraying thoughts of things that had transpired at the gates of Orgrimmar. Sylvanas’s gaze hardened, stopping you short when she sees you opening your mouth to speak.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock. I’ve had enough defiance for one day from that pathetic rabble in Orgrimmar. I would have my champion show me how much they love and adore their queen. You do love your queen, don’t you?” Sylvanas blurted out, her tone starting angry but softening towards the end of her words.
Instinctively dropping to your knees and crawling towards her at her beck and call. Her expression softens again as you approach, her palm reaching out to cradle under your chin as you come within touching distance of her. You can already feel your mouth watering at the sight of that magnificent banshee cock, it’s pleasant scent and meaty perfection drawing you in like a siren’s song off the coast of Tirigarde Sound.
You’re a Sylvanas loyalist and you couldn’t be anymore proud of it. Even as her cock slips past your lips, prying your jaw open around her girthy slab of banshee cock for neither the first or the last time.
Tamed Raven
It turns out the way to get past the cold hard exterior of a beautiful half-elf like Raven is to fill her molten core with long, hard Dark Iron cock. Who knew?
I feel like some of my OCs definitely need to make more appearances and Raven is definitely one of my favorite ones that I’d like to get in the spotlight a little more. So here’s a sweet little thing with her and a buttplug!
Raven peered back at her Dwarven partner from a less than dignified position upon the bed, her shapely rear raised with a jeweled plug poking from between the cheeks. The amethyst caught the light of the night sky pouring in the window at the head of the bed. She smiled in a manner that could only be described as adoring and wantingly submissive. A far cry from the cold, focused gaze of the bounty hunter who struck fear into practically anyone she met.
The Dwarf understandably enjoying the view as he stroked the back of her stocking clad calf. He gave her an equally adoring expression, meeting her singular gaze with his firey orange own.
“So, how does it look?”
Raven asked, breaking the comfortable silence first.
“As great as I expected, lass.”
The dwarf replied, taking in that spectacular view.
“How long do I keep it in for anyway?”
Raven questioned, giving a very tempting little wiggle of her plump backside.
“Oh ‘yer only taking it out when nature calls or my cock is in there, wee missy.”
The dwarf replied boldly, punctuating his words with a gentle slap of the human’s raised rear.
Raven let out a soft gasped moan and a gentle giggle from the playing smack of her wonderful rear. She had broken the arms of men who had said and done less in foolish attempts to flirt with her, yet this particular Dark Iron was special to her. Algurd was her lover and boyfriend first and foremost, yet also a fellow bounty hunter she had grown close to over the past year.
“Of course, sorry daddy.”
She replied, her words as tender and submissive as she now looked. She never quite imagined she’d be calling anyone that beyond it’s intended use, let alone saying it to a dark iron who had stolen her heart. What had started as a joke between them on hunts about how he was almost twice her age had turned to something more lewd and endearing. Said out of adoration instead of jesting, a respectful title and an extension of their very different relationship.
“There’s my good girl. I’m so tempted to ditch this job and stay here with ya’ all night. Alas, duty calls as it always does.”
He said softly and with some real sadness – he really did want to stay.
“You sure you don’t need backup on this one, Algurd?”
The title had dropped away as things had turned to business. She watched him get up from the bed and begin to dress himself – his impeccably large dwarven cock swinging from thigh to thigh in it’s flaccid form, her eyes devouring this parting view as his hairy muscular form became reclad in clothing again.
“Nah lass, we rented the room for the night. Best one of us gets to enjoy the comfort. This is a small job, won’t be needing the great Raven for such a shite prey like this one.”
Algurd leaned over the edge of the bed, peering down at this beautiful girlfriend in her naked form as she lay on her tummy looking up at him.
“Besides, I may be your boss in here but out there you’re mine. Ya need to leave some glory for the rest of us mere mortals, aye?”
He said with a chuckle as he leaned his black bearded chin down to give her a kiss. One that she returned in full. Though as he began to raise himself back up again, he felt himself tugged back down softly by his beard.
“Hey. Small time or not, you be careful out there alright? I love you.”
She said softly, her tone serious and entirely that of a concerned lover. She fixed his beard and let it go.
“Love ya’ too, wee bird. I’ll be careful, ah’promise.”
He said equally tenderly, giving her a quick peck on the lips as he turned to head for the door. He lifted his rifle from the end of the bed and turned just short of opening the door, he cracked her a grin as he took another long look at that beautiful half-elf on the bed.
“Don’t you be taking that plug out when I leave. Or I’ll have to put you over my knee, wee lass.”
He said with a sly wink, chuckling to himself as he headed out – giving her no chance to respond beyond a chuckle of her own.
Raven turned onto her back on the soft sheets of the bed, smiling to herself as she peered at the dancing shadows of the candle flames on the ceiling. Each passing moment caused her lids to get heavier as she watched them – before passing into a peaceful, happy and content sleep.
Druids of Lust II
Dryarae encounters a fellow druid in the wild land of the barrens who needs her aid. As well as a detox from Orc cock with a sisterly ass pounding.
Sorry about the long break there for a couple weeks, had some stuff I wanted/needed to do that all tended to happen early on in the month. But I’m back with a new Kaldorei themed piece of two sisters (not by blood) having fun together in the wild wastes of the Barrens. Look forward to the next release, coming soon!
Commissioned By: @Dryarae
After a daring escape from her Orcish mistress, Val finds herself wandering the barrens for days with very little food and water – both of which run out quicker than she’d have wanted. Tired from walking in the baking sun, hunger creeping in and the threat of a death by dehydration she happens upon a small Oasis-like area deep in the plains.
It’s there that she encounters Dryarae, a fellow Kaldorei and even a fellow druid. Val practically collapses at her feet, her energy drained and her body finally giving way to it’s limits in seemingly friendly company.
Dryarae isn’t one to see a sister go unaided when they’re in clear need. For two weeks she nurses and cares for Val until her strength returns. Val had spoken to her about her mission, her capture and even the fact that she was a pacifist. Dryarae simply nodded, seemingly a silent or perhaps mute person to Valnoressa, though she did communicate her name with a parchment that carried it.
Not one to take aid and leave, Val remained with Dryarae for a few more days to scavenge and replace what aid she took from her – as well as preparing her own supplies for when it was time to leave. The pair grew closer through the normal Kaldorei women shared activities of hunting, herbalism and simply Val speaking while Dryarae listened.
Drya did from time to time gesture in communication. Having patted Val’s soft tummy and doughy hips before gesturing to her own more tight and athletic form with a chuckle and jest. It was uncommon for a Kaldorei woman to be so curvy and shapely outside of motherhood – though Dryarae later gestured that she thought it suited Val and that she liked it.
They cuddled together at night as the biting chill of the Barren’s night crept in to contrast it’s blisteringly hot days. An act all Kaldorei women were trained to do for simple survival, yet it always made their sisterly bond feel all the more stronger.
Even more bonding occurred through other simple acts such as bathing. Drya would keep watch and keep an eye on a sister while Val bathed and Val would do the same when it was Drya’s turn. The lesson was always that one sister alone could be ambushed, but two sisters could not be.
It was then, inevitable, that’d they share another sisterly bond together. One of dealing with shared lust that comes from such a close bond. Sisters must be prepared to pleasure one another to leave their other senses clear. The weaker of two sisters would give themselves to the stronger one, in Val’s case she was obviously the weaker one. Having been saved, protected and provided for by Dryarae. Additionally Dry’s reasonably big cock certainly tipped her win to a landslide in that regard.
And so the last few days of Val’s stay with Drya were entirely consumed by pent up shared lust needing to be released by both in the company of a sister. They would kiss, grope and fondle one another, mostly Drya favored the use of Val’s rear as well – seeing as how she spent most of her time behind the young druid, hilted deeply in her while tugging on her hair rather dominantly.
When the pair finally were ready to part, they did so with a kiss and a new sisterly bond formed between them. They were heading in different directions but neither would forget the other anytime soon.
The Bartender Boy
He loves to serve drinks almost as much as he loves to toss on a skirt, empty your pouch of silvers and your big balls of it’s cum!
One of those rare SFW commissions I do - though I can’t actually remember the last SFW image I did that I released so this is probably rare for that reason too. Anyway made for this guy’s friend who happens to be a barmaid boi looking cute and serving drinks!
Commissioned By: GordFang
Alun was no stranger to the male gaze as he worked his bar job every night. Even before he threw on a skirt and stockings to bring in more tips, most assumed he was an Elven barmaid lass. Many had no idea that the cute and chipper bartender was actually male and many more didn’t care or were too hammered to notice.
It was dangerous to wear the skirt at work, but the rise in silver and gold tips that came with it were worthwhile in his eyes. Besides, it wasn’t like he was against the attempts to peak up his skirt or the bold gropes and slaps of his rear while he bused drinks around the tavern. After all, some of those more lucky patrons of the bar would get to enjoy the view of his dainty feminine body as they clapped his azure cheeks in a Stormwind back alley somewhere.
Revenge & Patience
Escape is inevitable for someone as powerful as the daughter of the sea. Until then she'll have to endure being Sylvanas’ personal sex slave and toy.
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Hey guys, hadn’t planned to do another edit of this Whitemane image but a fan really wanted to get one made so I took an out of season commission to make it happen. So I hope you enjoy Jaina shackled up for your viewing pleasure!
Commissioned Edit By: Nyx
Jaina is at the mercy of the Banshee Queen's lust, yet Sylvanas has underestimated the Lord Admiral's power. Even now she slowly recovers mana through her weakly enchanted magic dampening shackles.
The Howling Well
Val & Kalli reunite to throw their night of debauchery and shared appreciation of Worgen men. Pick a partner for the night and get as knotty as you like!
Sorry it took so long to get this one out, there were some minor set backs and revisions to make it happen but I think it turned out well in the end! All the Elves (except for Val and Kalli) in this picture are winners of the giveaway that took place over on my Discord, so big congrats to them and I hope you liked seeing your characters in a big scene like this!
Giveaway Winners: Itirael, Theta Five, Valou, КОРРУПЦИЯ, Bix, Shadee, Eji, Run’themas, Linael
Val was happy to be back at an event she helped create with her brother several years back when the Worgen were brought into the Alliance. It was the fruits of her and her brother’s labor in arranging a yearly event in the forest outside their village. For every year on this night during midsummer, Worgen and Kaldorei would come together in the Howling Well to honor the wolf ancient Goldrinn and enjoy the strengthening bond between their two peoples.
Val had missed the last two years though, having been enslaved by the demons before and the Orcs prior to that. It was also to be the first reunion of the Leafwhisper twins, as Kalli hadn’t missed attending the little event even as a married pirate - his Vrykul husband always let him leave to participate.
The event was more exciting and busy than ever, especially with news of Val returning to join in after being missing from it in the last couple of years. The news of her return to the event had even coaxed one of Val’s ex-boyfriends into attending, a large alpha Worgen she had dated briefly before she set out on her travels during the Catacylsm. He had desires to pick up where they left off, but he’d settle for just being her sex partner for the event in the meantime.
Kalli too was re-partnering with someone, though this particular Worgen was a fellow who was keen to see his marriage to his Vrykul pirate husband end so that he could claim the boy as his own wife. He had been trying for seven years to steal the femboy away and each time he left sexually satisfied but still a single Worgen.
The Leafwhisper twins themselves had some catching up to do too, though that would have to wait until after the event. After all, it’s rather difficult to have a heart to heart discussion with family with a Worgen’s knot buried deep inside you!
Argent Defeat
Captured by the Scourge during the Argent Tournament, Argent Confessor Paletress isn't fairing too well in the depths of Icecrown Citadel.
Bonus edit I did of the Whitemane image from yesterday. Featuring Argent Confessor Paletress in a similar situation with the Scourge during the events of Wrath. Though she’s not taking it quite as well.
The year is 2009 and the Argent Tournament is well under way in Icecrown. Preparations for the Siege on Icecrown Citadel looks promising, but disaster has struck as one of the beloved champions of the Argent Crusade has been captured.
It had all happened so quickly, one moment Paletress had been in her personal tent helping a young handsome crusader “confess” his sins and the next she was here. Bound and stripped, her arms hoisted above her head in a place that reeked of death and emanated a powerful unholy aura. It was unmistakably deep within Icecrown Citadel that she had been taken, her ocean blue eyes gazed through the bars of her cage at the various zombies, ghouls and death knights going about their tasks.
Yet it was worse than that, she spied the reanimated corpse of the very same young crusader she had been so vigorously working a confession out of on her bed what felt like moments ago. His features were pale, his eyes illuminated blue and his form clad in the unmistakable saronite armor of the Death Knights. Seemingly she had been here longer than she realized.
She did the only thing she could think to do in such a place. She began to whisper a prayer to the light, but was interruped by a loud terrifying voice echoing throughout her mind. It took a moment for her to realize who the voice belonged to, the sudden shock and volume of it startling as well as the accompanying pain of it forcing it’s way into her mind. This could only be the voice of the Lich King himself.
“Argent Confessor Paletress, you’ve been a bastion of hope to your fellow crusaders and a thorn in the side of my loyal servants for far too long. You will make a great necromancer of the scourge or you will die in this cage.”
The voice said with no small amount of judgement and gravitas as it penetrated her thoughts.
“It would be unfair to deny my subjects their revenge for the many allies you’ve taken from them and the falsehoods of the light you’ve preached, Confessor. You will indeed join their ranks but not before your body lies broken, defeated and ripe with the scent of fear.”
The voice of the Lich King then faded, leaving behind a headache that felt not too different from the morning after a Dwarven tavern crawl. While the voice had gone, it took her a moment to recuperate from such power pressing on the edges of her mind so dominantly and viciously.
She opened her eyes and turned her gaze upward towards the cage in front of her, when her blurred vision corrected it self, she let out a shocked gasp at the sight of several Death Knights and ghouls gathered around her cage. Even the young crusader from before was at the front of the pack, his pale cock bared and the fresh coagulated scar of his slit throat fully visible to her. The door to the cage opened and all began to move inside to join the Argent Confessor, who reacted in horror from the realization of their intent.
“B-back you vile creatures! The light protects me! The light protects me!”
She cried out as their long shadows blocked out the light around her, enveloping her in the cold grasp of death.
Scarlet Defiance
Captured by the Legion, Sally Whitemane proves to be less of a pushover and not so easily broken by the monstrous demons interrogating her.
Been long overdue since our favorite scarlet inquisitor got some love again. Though I figured someone as sassy and prideful as her wouldn’t be too unsettled about being captured by Demons. Even if there are two Man’ari bulls ready to give her holes a stretching! She seems to be quite untroubled by it, either way.
The demons were somewhat unsettled by little Sally Whitemane. She had endured everything they had thrown at her with surprising ease. No amount of attempts at scaring, gang banging and humiliation seemed to move her to answering their questions.
Sally simply smiled, taunting them with her crimson eyes as they bickered and argued about how best to proceed. Her words on the day of her capture at the hands of the demons rang true in their ears now more than ever.
“You’ve made a grave mistake, demon scum. It is you who is locked in here with ME.”
She had said to them, before not speaking another word throughout the ordeal that befell her up to this point.
She had sewed doubt and fear into them from day one. She knew the time of her escape would be at hand in time, she simply had to be patient and pull the strings of these brutish puppets. Still, while she maintained her steeled resolve and prideful look on the surface, she could feel the daily gang bangs taking a toll on her mind as new and more frightening nightmarish creatures of the legion joined her in the cage daily.
She was winning this battle of wills for now, but she needed to win quickly. Both for the sake of her sanity and before the copious amounts of demon seed within her could do any damage to her body. By the light, when she was out of this the Legion would learn to fear the name Sally Whitemane.
The Queen's Concubines
After betraying their allies, four champions pledge themselves and their huge cocks to the Queen for all eternity!
Originally intended for this to be an underwater scene, but wasn’t quite getting the look I was hoping for. So instead we get what I think is a much more appeasing image visually than what it would have been if I had continued with the underwater one. Ah well, can’t always work out I guess! Hope you like it
Credit: Lynya (Azshara Model)
Azshara grinned as the Human raised his hand up to offer her the Heart of Azeroth. The power to rule the world and free N’zoth lay within her grasp. These champions had been swayed by her elegant words and lofty promises, pledging themselves to serve their Queen.
She was a Queen of her word of course, their choices and loyalty would be rewarded. It was clear that these four held more than an interest in her promises of power and position however. During the raid before they had turned their blades and magic on their more heroic allies in betrayal, these champions had made suggestive eyes and gestures towards the Queen.
Were they not helping to usher in what she had worked so long to achieve, she would have struck them down where they stood. The closeness of the power that radiated from beneath the palace and from the Heart of Azeroth filled her with a lust, made only more intense as she spotted their grand bulges running down their thighs in those soaking wet pants they were clad in.
She may be the Queen of the Naga, but she was a landwalker once. Even after ten thousand years the sight of a bare, engorged landwalker cock filled her with desire. They would know the pleasures of a Queen for all eternity as her personal concubines, bound to service her insatiable lust until they turned into naga themselves.
For now they would enjoy the sight of Azshara’s slick lips wrapped around their cocks, milking them of their seed. By the time they would realize what they had signed up for, it would be too late for them. Azshara feigned a look of displease as she put all four arms and her mouth to work on her concubines, though all the while reveling in the thought of how easy this had all been to achieve.
It was... Magnificient.
Bailey's Bounty - Part 1
After tracking a Kaldorei to Boralus for a contract, Bailey manages to corner her in a back alley and strike a new deal with the beauty.
Another out of season commission for Southbrook! Apparently there’s a third Southbrook sister and this one seems like she might be meaner than the other two! I wonder who this Elf she’s been sent to kill is. Hmmmmm~ Oh and I think this might be my first ever “taker” POV shot, hope you like it!
Commissioned by: Southbrook
“You nearly got away from me in the markets, knife ears. Unfortunately for you I know these streets like the back of my hand.” Bailey boasted, peering down with her crossbow pointed firmly between the Kaldorei’s eyes.
“However it’s your lucky day, I just so happen to know who you are and what you’re capable of. So I got an offer to make you.” She continued, eyeing the Kaldorei’s reaction with gleeful pleasure.
The Kaldorei peered up at Bailey, her luminous white eyes meeting the one available eye the dark skinned human had. Her body was clad in loincloth, wrappings and other leathers that covered very little of her beautiful full form.
“So I can either kill you and take that pretty head back to collect my coin.” She paused after the first option, bringing her hand to the button of her pants to let it come loose. It must have been the world’s most powerful button because simply removing it caused the contents inside her pants to flop out into full view, baring a girthy and long ebony cock backed up by a pair of swollen balls.
“Or you can wrap your lips around this and let me fuck that pretty face of yours. I know which I’d prefer, but both work for me in the end so make your decision.” Smiled smugly, folding her arms as she swayed her hips a little, letting the hefty hunk of cock thud from thigh to thigh before the Kaldorei.
The Elf let out an exasperated sigh, nodding in agreement as she crawled forward to the Human. Seemingly having accepted the offer, not that it was much of a choice to begin with.
“I’m glad you agreed to the deal. It’d be a such a shame for a puny Elf like you to end up dead for nothing. Now open up, I’m gonna fuck that pretty face of yours!” Bailey commanded, eyeing the Kaldorei with a mischievous and dominant gaze. A sly smirk forming on her lips as she dangled the girthy cock just in front of the Kaldorei’s lips.
“Don’t make me tell you twice, Elf.”
Wet n' Wild
On some well earned R&R following the Darkshore campaign, Casira & Mia accompany Val to take in the Kaldorei sights and stuff the elf with ebony cock.
An out of season commission done for one of my good friends/regular commissioners, Southbrook. Her and her friend Mia help their ally and friend Valnoressa with those great big black cocks of theirs! Hope you like it.
Commissioned by: Southbrook/Mia
While it was mainly the Kaldorei who stood against the Undead at Darkshore in it’s reclamation, some brave heroes of the Alliance did join their Elven allies in the fight against the tyranny of the Horde. Two among them had gained particular favor with one of the Kaldorei heroes, Valnoressa.
Honored by the Kaldorei for the lives they saved and the foes they had slain, two Humans gain an extra reward and commendation when they’re invited to the village of the Druid they fought along side in the battle.
Casira and Mia arrive in Lorlathil to a heroes welcome by the Kaldorei who live there, where they’re guided to the home of Valnoressa in the druid’s grove. It’s there that in the embrace of nature, the two Human women recieve the full appreciation of the Kaldorei people, expressed entirely through the druid who stood at their side in Darkshore.
Not by trinkets or words of thanks but by a night of vigorous passion endowed upon two mighty heroes with mighty endowments of their own.
Mortal Delights
Taken as a wife by the mighty “Ashen One” with her powerful toned amazonian body, the Firekeeper embraces it with enthusiasm and obedience.
I’ve wanted to do an image like this for a while with the Ashen One depicted as a huge muscular woman with the Firekeeper at their side. I hope you like how it turned out and I hope you can excuse my attempts to porn up the lore of DS3. It’s no easy task to pornomancer Dark Souls’ story considering how open ended and confusing it can be. Enjoy!
Unkindled ash shall always seeketh embers, wherever they may be. Such is true of the Ashen One’s quest towards of the Lords of Cinder and such is true in the Ashen One’s mortal desires. Her journey has strengthened her resolve, the souls of slain foes and nightmarish creatures empowering her body into peak physical form.
Guided by the hand of the delicate and devout Firekeeper, the Ashen One would eventually take her as her wife in soul and body. Oath bound to accept, the Firekeeper had little say in the matter. However some who frequent the Firelink Shrine have noted the distant and distracted nature of the Firekeeper when her wife is away on her quest. Equally they have observed the gentle smile on her lips and the more delicate spring to her step when the Ashen One returns, fresh from battle with the blood of a mighty enemy hot upon her armor.
Where once silence had been broken by the echo of traveling footfalls, the crackle of the Shrine’s rekindled flame and the hammering of the blacksmith. Those dark and empty crofts of the Shrine were now filled with the pleasured moans of the Firekeeper, however much she attempted to stifle them, her mortal body betrayed the desires of the flesh.
Orc 101 - Anal
Valnoressa’s extensive time among the Orcs has allowed her to become quite an expert in sex with them. Especially when it comes to anal fun!
A horny Orc comes in many varieties, Val has learned over the years. Her “extensive research” into the mating habits of the Orc have revealed much and today you can enjoy one of her lessons from her personal journal.
Valnoressa’s Journal, Page 34, Orc 101 – “Anal”
Orgrimmar, Day 156 in Captivity
The average Orc is a simple minded brute who does not tend to turn down a willing or unwilling woman, regardless of race. Yet in my travels I quickly learned that while they’d jump on anything with two legs, their personal codes weighed much on what hole they would choose.
Most of the time I found Orcs favored anal sex with me. Which wasn’t entirely unsurprising, we Kaldorei have been blessed with glutes many would consider superior to most other races of Azeroth. Yet, this soon became more common place to the point that it was becoming a literal pain in the backside!
Post mating, An Orc is far more agreeable and much less angry than before or during sex. As a result many of them are easier to talk to where they might not have been before (See page 42 for post-ravaging chat topics!) – it was here I was able to inquire as to why they preferred the butt.
I got several different answers, but two kept coming up the most. Firstly, many Orcs claimed that they would choose my butt simply because I was a Kaldorei and not of the Horde. They did not want to risk impregnating and diluting their bloodline with a half breed child born of the enemy race. An expected and common logic among their kind.
Secondly, and perhaps more strangely, there is a common superstition among Orcs that aggressively pounding the rear of an Elven woman will heal most ailments and bless the Orc with the strength of five Orcs if done on the eve of battle. Needless to say, this is all false, but such is the way of ridiculous beliefs and superstition.
These seem to be shared among the main Orc types I’ve encountered, albeit with their own little twists on the reasoning and codes they follow. The Mag’har Orcs seem to be more beholden to such things than their green skinned brothers, perhaps because of the integration of the Sin’dorei and Shal’dorei into the Horde? Hard to say.
The main take away from all this can be summarized as such: If you’re not an Orc, a race of the Horde or you happen to be a Kaldorei then you can probably look forward to a very thorough pounding of your behind by your Orcish lover or master.
<End of Journal Entry>
A Worthy Guardian
The buxom bodied Lulu casts off her belted robes and bares all for Tidus while her future husband accompanies Yuna into the Chamber of Fayth.
You know who’s awesome? Lulu from FFX. So that’s why you’re seeing this, she’s one of my all time favorite characters from the Final Fantasy series and I just wanted to give her some love. Much of the models I’ve seen out there didn’t do her justice, so I decided to put together my own Lulu model... this is the result!
Yuna’s pilgrimage offers little respite for the guardians of the daughter of Braska. The trials inside any chamber of fayth can sometimes last days at a time, which is an awful long wait for those who choose to remain outside the chamber. While her future husband and the Ronso known as Khimari accompany Yuna into the chamber, Lulu remains outside with Tidus.
Unable to shake Wakka’s words of how the boy from Zanarkand does indeed somewhat resemble her former lover, Chappu. She decides to see just how far the similarities go by casting off her belted robes, firmly grabbing his Brotherhood and emptying his Blitzballs.
